Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Coleen was fuming, the kind of fuming that made her want to grab the nearest pillow and scream into it. One moment she was all calm and collected, and the next, she was storming back into the hospital room, demanding to speak with her so-called best friend's

significant other. "Chad, get out here right now!"

Her son, who couldn't hide his smirk, got an earful. "Go on, your highness is throwing a fit again, calling you out by name."

Chad stood from his chair and ventured out into the hallway.

There, Jade's face was as red as a ripe tomato. "Mia never said that, you liar!"

Chad shrugged. "Oh, is that so? Guess I'm getting old and my memory's betraying me."

"Chad!" Jade was grinding her teeth so hard she could've turned a lollipop into dust.

Back at Maplewood Estates, Andre, who had just tucked his son into bed, braced himself for Mia's tirade.

"You lied, Andre! Molly never told you any of those things about me!"

up their sleeping son, Henry, who started sobbing

glare that could freeze lava. "You're such a despicable,

horizon, the men's foolishness

grandson, he bombarded Mia with questions about the upcoming christening party. "Mia, have you sorted everything out with Andre? Have you arranged the custom gown,

interjected, her hand up for pause. "Dad, one thing at

sting of worry. "You mean to tell

hadn't discussed much with her husband

As he held his sleeping grandson, he indulged in the satisfaction of seeing his good genes at work in the little one's cherubic face. Around seven, Andre returned

extra billion on her card, begrudgingly returned to the master bedroom with

that night, as the couple leaned against the headboard, Mia reviewed her notebook full

me that list,

I've got this. You're swamped with work and dealing with me. The christening's

sense of duty, Andre conceded to some of her plans but insisted on handling others,

a surge of admiration for her capable husband, suggested she might work for